Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud
This has nothing to do with left politics and it’s not Friday, but what the hell. In honour of the various hurricanes, monsoons, typhoons, the god-awful bucketing rain outside, and the coming environmental apocalypse, I bring you
Mud! Mud! Glorious mud!
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
So, follow me, follow, down to the hollow,
And there let us wallow in glorious mud.
Now that’s what I call an amphibian.